Mana

I had the worst dream about you

We were back on the porch with the view

You were telling me the things that I did to you

It isn't fair to remind me of what once was

What's passed is passed

we're passed the point of no return cause

I had to say it but you never really mattered much

(You never really mattered much)

Afraid to say it cause I have so many questions

Like where is god hidden in this awful existence

Maybe She could solve all our deadly differences

So many nights I sleep right next to my secrets

Breathing life into all my deepest demons

Mastered the art of being sad for no good reason

Mastered the art of being sad for no good reason